It was just for one night. All he had to do was get the merchandise to its designation and then he would be a free man. He could smell his freedom; just like he could smell the pepperoni pizza on the seat next to him.
He had been a “prisoner” for only two days, but it felt like an eternity. The information that the person, who had hired him for this job, had on him was enough to put him away for life. He didn’t really have a choice in the matter. The mission seemed easy enough. At first he asked no questions but his conscience was beginning to eat at him the closer the date came where he had to deliver the goods.
“Okay Johnny, you can do this. No problem. It’s only blood.” He kept saying to himself repeatedly as if to tell himself that stealing blood from a blood bank was okay, even though there were tens of thousands of people in the city who might need it at one point or another for a transfusion. He pulled the van up in the alleyway next to one of the three blood banks serving the city’s two hospitals. It was dark with only a few street lights to give it some luminescence. One of the lights kept flickering as if it was about to die. He looked at his watch which read 20.55. Five more minutes, then whatever was in the blood bank, would be in his van. Digging his hand into his shirt pocket, he pulled out a piece of paper. On it were the instructions on what to get. O Positive only. He kept wondering to himself why his client was particular about what type of blood he should be stealing. Was he into selling blood on the black market? Or was it just a fetish of his to actually drink the stuff and the reason for it was because O Positive tasted better than any other blood type. All sorts of possibilities raced through his mind. Finally, the back door of the blood bank opened and about ten people made their way out of the building, all saying goodbye to one another. A few paired off with each other, possibly traveling together, while others went in their individual directions on their own. It was time to make his move and he went for it. Breaking into the place was a piece of cake. He had convictions as long as his forearm but it did not deter him from a life of crime. It was what he knew. It as his bread and butter and nobody was going to change that. It was what made him the person he was today and what made him the perfect candidate for this specific job. In and out; that’s what he told himself. In and out. As per the instructions, he grabbed only the O Positive bags of blood and quickly left the building as soon as he had entered it. He made a point not to be caught on any cameras. The guards at the bank were lax and he knew he could easily get what he wanted without any hassle.
He soon found himself on an old country lane which led to an abandoned house, which could actually be described as a mansion. It was dark and he could barely see in front of himself. Still wondering what the old man wanted with the blood he unloaded the van and carefully carried it towards the house. Access was not prohibited because nobody knew that the house had been inhabited again. It was deserted back in the 1930’s when a tuberculosis outbreak swept the nation and killed off most people from the then village,
which then grew into a small city over time. Its population, once decimated, was swelling again. Once he had moved all the bags of blood, which fitted into two crates, into the house he closed the door behind him.
“I’m here! I’m back with your pickings!” he called out to someone. A shadow stirred in the far reaches of the corner of the room.
“Wonderful. Come closer my pet.” It said with a hoarse, almost ancient voice. With his feet, he pushed both crates towards the person he was now sharing a room with. He tried lighting a candle but the other person wouldn’t allow him to.
“Allow me to eat first.” The other person said. It broke into one of the crates and looked at the bags. “Good. O Positive; just the way I like it.”
All of a sudden, the person started drinking from the bags.
“Dude, what on earth are you doing?” Said Johnny; pulling his face in disgust.
“This is my life force—I need it to survive.” Johnny could barely make out the other person’s features but it looked to him like he was growing younger by the minute. He decided to switch on his torch, which he had brought along with him just in case. In doing so, the light illuminated that part of the house and he saw what was in front of him. The being, although it looked like a man upon first glance, was not human at all. Its teeth were razor sharp and there were so many of them. Blood congealed in the corners of its mouth and some had trickled down its chin. Whatever it was, it was one messy eater. Fear raced through Johnny’s mind as he tried to comprehend this thing, this beast that was now standing before him. It used to be human upon first contact. An old man with not a much time to live, but now it resembled something out of this world. Something that was supernatural.
“You see Johnny. I needed this blood so I could become strong. Now however, I need something different.” It was making an almost hissing noise with the pronunciation of each s.
“And what is it exactly you need?”
“Humans of course with the O Positive blood type. Yours especially.” It hissed once again.
“I can’t allow you do this. I have to tell the authorities!” Johnny said, with his legs trembling underneath him. He was frozen in one spot and couldn’t move for dear life. Without anticipating anything, the thing had slid from where it was before to where Johnny was standing -- in a flash. Its fowl breath breathed down on the man’s face, hard and warm. It reeked of death and a puddle formed right in the spot he was standing.
“You will do no such thing!” It shouted. Its voice was still old and ancient. It bore its fangs and that’s when Johnny’s mind thought back to the days of watching vampire movies, he thought Prince of darkness; Dracula. I can kill this son-of-a-bitch! He remembered the knife in his boot and
quickly grabbed it; plunging it into the thing’s chest -- just like in old horror movies. Deeper and deeper with all the strength he had left inside of him. A deafening, piercing scream from an ancient evil of a hundred centuries, echoed through the house, but it was a scream that nobody could hear. It was over quickly. Johnny got up and packed the rest of the bags into the crate and drove back to where he came from. Whatever it was, was a monster and did not deserve to leave. It did not deserve
to live on the life blood of those who were actually alive and needed it the most; the citizens of Crucis. The crates were left outside the entrance of the nearest hospital with a note which read; O Positive.